Being A Full-Time Employee C50

Chapter 50

Maybe God had, for once, been listening. Usually He ignored me, but this time, when I muttered a wish, He must not have been on break. From the soles of my feet, I felt an ominous vibration. I prayed quickly under my breath:

“If this thing’s coming for me, at least send Wonu to my side.”

I extended the shock baton to its full length. In the darkness beyond the train door, what hadn’t been there before began to form: rails rising like tethered reins, writhing, twisting into braids—and swelling thicker and thicker until they became a gigantic leech.

“Disgusting.”

I frowned, but laughed bitterly. Not the worst thing I’d seen—I’d once watched mobs eaten like fried snacks by a massive beast. But even so, my gloved palms sweated slick.

The leech lifted, jaws opening. Blind, maybe mindless, for it didn’t react to me until then. Inside—metal teeth, packed wall to wall like a cave of rotating saws.

“Oh, fuck.”

I sprinted, forcing my heart rate up. My timer beeped. A cheerful female voice counted down:

“Sixty, fifty-nine, fifty-eight…”

“…fifty-seven, fifty-six…”

Fast as it was, one minute felt like a lifetime. I retreated slowly toward the seats, aligning myself with the designated area for elderly and disabled near the back.

“…What the—?”

“Thirty, twenty-nine…”

The leech froze. It had stopped devouring. Ominous. My gut tightened.

“Fifteen…”

The timer’s voice—cheerful and chilling both. My instincts shrieked.

The monster lunged, resuming its feast with double speed. In a blink, only my last row seat remained.

CRACK!

It bit into my baton. The weapon sparked—electricity surged up the leech’s body. But rails are insulators. The whole creature stiffened unnaturally, like frozen metal, then hung still.

In that instant adrenaline detonated through me. My vital signs spiked; I yanked off my watch and hurled it into the leech’s jaw, wedging it in the gap between maw and car. Please, God—let the other end be the platform.

Beep—beep—BEEEEP. My sensor-enhanced watch shrilled heart-attack level signals as it fell, adding to the ending alarm’s blast. My eardrums screamed. The baton snapped. The leech’s teeth churned again.

“Eat shit.”

I snarled with trembling lips and threw myself through the open train door, slamming it closed behind. The monster’s jaws clamped a second later.

A colossal gulp echoed. And, as if unwinding itself, the mass returned to the abyss from which it came.

“…”

I slumped. My hands shook violently. My head dropped; I had risked all. And if it hadn’t worked? Then I’d gambled human lives worth nothing. What about those behind me? Wonu?

Dragging feet, I folded onto a seat, hugging my knees. Forgive me just this once—I’m the weak one now, I whispered at my own clasped arms.

Just one car left before the survivors. Their fear, their stares, pressed even from afar. No one dared open the door behind me. Good.

But had my watch toss been useless? What a waste. I could’ve saved it for one last desperate strike.

Then—a shift. Beyond the narrow window, darkness warped. Small, but real.

I straightened, as rails twisted together again. The leech emerged once more, massive coils winding into body and mouth.

“Chief Kang, you bastard. You knew how bad this difficulty was all along.”

Low, bitter mutter. He couldn’t hear, but it helped.

I drew my gun. Last resolve: fight to the end—or, if I must, shoot myself first. Better than being swallowed and forced to revive into pain. One hand clutched the necklace.

CRUNCH—CRASH.

The monster tore through the car’s end, surging at me.

“Twenty-one, twenty-two… twenty-four, twenty-five…”

My voice trembled like a leaf.

“Traitor, Wonu,” I hissed. “I believed in you.”

I shut my eyes hard, raised my gun. Me, or the monster—which target would die first?

Then—metal ripped, glass shattered.

“…You weren’t planning to use that on yourself, were you?”

If I wasn’t already dead, then that voice was real. My breath leaked, relief sharp as pain.

“Because if you had, Hyung, I’d have killed you myself once you revived.”

That steady, insane voice. It really was Wonu.

I opened my eyes. The monster’s mouth hung torn, gaping. For the first time, sealed shut from destruction instead of chewing.

And above—stood Wonu. A massive spear impaled down through the leech’s skull to the floor. At its haft—gleaming, rough—and the point below, sharp as a diamond-cut blade of water.

“You… with that…?”

Wonu twisted his wrist. The watery edge shattered sideways, splitting the monster apart. No blood spilled—thank God. If it had, his soaked body would have revealed nothing but gore.

He dropped lightly down, standing under flickering bulbs. Blood traced his forehead. His uniform was wet, hands crimson.

“Diamonds,” he said suddenly.

I blinked, dazed.

“You know they’re cut with water jets. Flesh, bone… easy in comparison.”

He approached while dissolving the watery blade, storing droplets back into the haft chamber. Intelligent design. No doubt Kang’s.

Abruptly he gripped my jaw, tilted my face.

“You were planning to leave me. Die without me?” His eyes—unhinged.

“I was… considering it. To spare the pain. Or shoot the monster first, then myself. Pride, you know.”
“Leaving me.”
“But you came.”

He folded his spear, clipped it to his belt, rummaged in his pocket, and thrust something out. My watch. Still intact, gleaming in his blood-soaked hand.

“Barely found it.”
“Thank God. That was a gamble with my life.”
“…Early on, your vitals spiked. But before I got here, no movement. You calmly debated death. That’s very… rational of you.”
“No other response? No, ‘Damn bastard, why’d you take so long’? Because I was about ready to die of rage.”
“…That excites me.”

Wonu pressed closer, eyes glittering not with mischief but with intoxication. He was high, powers flooding unchecked without a guide’s restraint, past pain and into frenzy.

Behind us, civilians likely still watched from afar. I couldn’t kiss him here. Yet his presence loomed, raw.

“Can you cover us from their view?” I asked.

“Why? Before, you said no one else should see you. Now, I want them to. They should know how beautiful you are in front of me.”

Completely gone. I sighed. Time for Wonu-specific persuasion.

“I don’t mind them seeing me. But I don’t want them knowing your beauty. The faces you make, Wonu—when you kiss me, you look… indecently gorgeous.”

His brow twitched. Hook set.

His palm struck glass beside us, bloody handprint spreading. To the civilians beyond, it must’ve been horrific. Their muffled shrieks proved it.

“You’re horror.”
“And you’re fantasy,” he countered.
“Horror fantasy. Better than a rom-com.”

I laughed. And looped my arm around his neck.